#accounts

[wip]

why do new accounts default to "for you"? it feels like it goes against the spirit of tumblr to default to an algorithmic timeline instead of a chronological one.

Answer: Hello there, @raptorgirl413!

This is a great question. So, we don’t necessarily believe the chronological timeline is “the spirit of Tumblr”—having the option to use it is the spirit of Tumblr, for sure. And we do not want to lose that part of Tumblr.

But it’s also true that most people signing up here from other sites and social networks actually aren’t super familiar with how it works. This can lead to a confusing or even empty first experience, which is not good. Which is specifically bad, in fact. We want people to find great content on Tumblr as quickly as possible, and to give them the best head start they can have to build their chronological Following feed. That’s why we’re working on the ability to fully configure your dashboard tabs. New folks may start with For You, but they don’t have to stay there if they don’t want to! Having those options feels like the spirit of Tumblr to us, and keeping things in that same spirit is ultimately as important to us as it is to you.

Best,

—Jesse and Cyle

[ohnoidontexist]

[ionlypostmymeemocs]

You know what I love?

I have different accounts, and sometimes people believe that in the other accounts is a different person who has oddly the same art style that I have. And for some reason, they don't connect the dots.

And I love to read their reactions when I tell them it's me.

[this-is-my-reblog-act]

Ermm so

@unlikelywombatmiracle is my main that one you should go to if u wanna talk to me and be besties or whateva

@helluvasillies for helluverse stuff

@this-is-my-reblog-act where I repost non-hellaverse stuff

[moon068]

ACCOUNTS AND THEIR MASTERLISTS

NOTE:

I will update it continuously once new accounts and fanfics are posted.

I ONLY COMPILED ALL THE FANFICS THE ACCOUNTS HAVE POSTED.

UPDATED: 03/07/2023

kpdlvr2

Masterlist

itsabitcloudy

Masterlist

Homesick

footballerimagines

Masterlist

chilly-me-softly

Masterlist part 1 part 2

alotofrandomfangirling

Forms of Affection

Delusional

Can't take my Eyes off You

dreaamerwrites

just a bad day

All I want for Christmas

https.sonshine

Masterlist

kmultismut

Date with Heungmin Son Part 1 Part 2

avenirdelight

Masterlist

DATING SONNY INCLUDES

A-Z Fluff

butvega (Portugese)

Masterlist

ricciardostoast

Unholy

chrxstac

dating son heung-min would include

on top

longlostinanotherworld

Masterlist

emwritesfootball

Masterlist

Domestic Fluff Prompts | 11

footballffbarbiex

Masterlist

footballxwrites

Masterlist

atzhrts

Imagine

writingmeraki

Drabble

loohs-world

Imagines

heungsmin

nuestraluzdelaluna

Masterlist

footyblurbs

Masterlist

jadondonsancho

Bestfriend

Instagram Model

Dating rumors

pana-ce-a

dating heung-min son would include

teeswrites

As I know I would

Piece of art

macybeckham7

Masterlist

bbychilly

Masterlist

charlottemount

IG files ONLY

MY SONNY

hmsonshine

Masterlist

[banjacksbandit]

Clawdeen doodle

[my-owl-sub]

☆Not me but her☆

Other accounts

(Ft. Juno.P Y/n.K Kozume.K)

M.list

𝕰��𝖙𝖗𝖆;

Juno, Akaashi girlfriend!

They been dating about almost a year! (10months)

They knew each other during High school and it took awhile for one to confess their feelings to another.

Juno is a sweet girl, always helping out others and talks a lot (she isn't annoying since she has a nice voice to listen too)

She sentimental but Akaashi cover those "bad" parts about her.

Y/n has a private account because she feels like she says the most off putting shit and thinks people might take it the wrong way

So she only follows her roommates and close friends she has

Kenma is the same thing got accused for being racist for a dumb joke, so he took it where he can only talks to his friends

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊; okay do first chapter is going to made in progress right now as you read this lol, but I'm also figuring out the songs for each chapter.

I also don't know how much chapters it's going to take since It's my first Smau but also have the time/plot figured out! (More likely would be 25 or 30)

Ps. More Twitter accounts are going to be added during the story as well, just these are the mains one I forgot to add or couldn't add in those introduction.

Also I do have a Google docs you cab fill out if you guys wanna be tag when a new chapter comes out <3

Take care.

-V

☆☆◇◇☆☆◇◇☆☆◇◇☆☆◇◇☆☆◇◇☆☆◇◇☆☆◇◇

[hl-obsessed]

hello !!! Do you recommend some great larries acc here ? And hm would you like to share your favourite larry’s proofs ?

Hi anon! Here you go:

Accounts:

@enchantedlandcoffee @louisgayvodka @louisarmpits @larry-hiatus @stylesrainbows @louiswilltomlinson @still-the-1-d @whoreforlarrystuff @theirloveisgross @so-idialed-9 @thedevilinmybrain @yourslarry @shinylights

Favourites proofs

their tattoos of course

Jay's tweets

their tweets (always in me heart)

look at Niall's face! - also knows as vocal rest

stop with your tings man at my boy

hand on the thight thing

Harry staring at Louis like his everything and the only thing that counts in this one interview

Danny Zuko thing

Harry rescheduling shows last year bc he was sick and then Louis coughing in his next interview

Louis at the Dunkirk set (if you believe the guy is a superman they selling tickets at the cinema)

Still the One

bluegreening

and the most recent: Louis having week of from touring just exactly in the time for thier anniversary 28.09

but the biggest thing for me is how they touch each other and look at each other - it tells me the most. check #can't keep hands from each other and #can't keep eyes of out each other and #heart eyes tags

and ofc #jealous!Louis #jealous Harry tags

and well the amounts of cryptic shit they did through the years speaks for itself

[sj-the-great]

18 Dec. 2024: House of Quotes, S3:E18

"A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects." - Robert A. Heinlein

Certainly an ambitious ideal by Mr. Heinlein. To SJ, it is extremely appealing - a lot these tasks feel like 'life essentials'. While all of these are not really applicable in this day and build (what even is the meaning of 'conn a ship'?!), the ones which are applicable simply make you more of an effective human being who can just enjoy more of life.

Again, they make you a Renaissance man.

[escespace]

Do you want to know something I can't forgive Tumblr for?

It doesn't want to let anyone follow anyone from secondary accounts AND IF I HAVE A DOZEN SECONDARY ACCOUNTS IT'S BECAUSE THEY ARE FOR DIFFERENT TOPICS So the ones I follow on my main account are not the same ones I want to follow on my other accounts.

[wip]

When I want to send a post to a person, the first account is the person who reblogged/made the post (understandable), the next 5 accounts are people I've talked to recently (great), but then the next accounts in the list are all randoms. If I want to send to the 6th most recent person I've talked to, I need to search their username, and they also kick the 5th person out again. Is there any chance the random accs can be replaced with more of the people I actually talk to?

Answer: Hey there, @evelili!

This is a great idea! We had played with the composition of that list many years ago, but haven’t had a chance to keep tweaking it. This makes sense to us, so we have doubled the number of blogs from recent conversations from five to ten.

We hope that makes the list more useful—and thanks for your question.

[hum-budbak-hai]

Yesterday, we had our accounts exam, and the invigilator assigned to us was the same sir who taught us accounts in class 11th. As soon as we began our paper, barely a minute had passed when his phone started ringing. To everyone's surprise,the ringtone was the Panchayat intro song.

That time I was solving "Debt to Equity Ratio" and suddenly "ti ting ti ting ti ting ti ting ting"

[ionlypostmymeemocs]

All of my accounts if you wanna know.

@ionlypostmymeemocs

@the-weird-land

@onlythespiesappearhere

@medic-clones

@creating-something-stuff

@ask-the-pimp-healer

@mentally-medicin-thebox

@just-a-tf2-artist

@medictf2chonkytummy

@wotyoudoinheremate

I might have an addition.

[syrakhanistan]

I close (Eyes Open)

===

i blink, and

i find myself walking through the trees in a snowy forest, gales blustering.

i look down at my feet, brushing the dirt from my shoes. it is not snow; it is ash.

i look forwards, and find myself staring at a lone grave, the name long since faded, lettering in symbols i don’t recognise, yet i know whose grave it is. a small white creature stares at me atop it, red orbs judging me, it’s words poison and apathy in equal measures.

i blink, and

===

the girl opposite me moves her pawn, taking a bishop i had left idle for too long, burning golden eyes judging me silently, human emotion long lost and left to die

a single move, i lose a whole fleet, several hundred thousand souls gone with a swift motion, ornate crafts burning into the atmosphere of a gas giant, existing now only as coffins

once, she would have cared, cried even. i was the one who took that privilege from her. i do not regret it.

i blink, and

===

i find myself holding down a dozen open wounds. i cannot keep doing it like this.

two knights follow me, their footsteps keeping pace, flaming spears and icy swords cutting me another few thousand times, i laugh it off, my howl is not my own, the third knight warns the others, but the warning comes too late as the laugh begins to wane.

i blink, and

===

i stand atop a loose pile of bricks, the path behind drenched in blood, the creature whose neck i throttle still squirming, the not-life merely only attempting to gain sympathy in the death rattle.

it gains sympathy not from myself, but from the girl whose face i can no longer remember, tears falling, cries out to help the creature. she doesn’t, can’t, understand that this murder is yet another gift, a gift for her

i blink, and

===

the ruins of the city i once called home are being reduced to atoms, a tree-like structure impaling a crying omen, fire rains like tears from lost clouds, the heavens have opened and she hates us.

i look down at my knees, ignoring the soulless praise given by the alien next to me, these are not tears on my cheeks, they are blood from her, heaven sent as it roars aloft, the sky is open, the stars already dimming, and

i blink, and

===

my ruined legs cannot stand, i find my body crawling desperately on the dusty rocky surface, watching space itself be torn asunder by the falling star,

a comet of pure despair streaks past, hell itself born from heaven, a darkness that brings light, i scream but no sound comes out as the explosion expands, a second big bang, a new universe opens her arms but not for me.

i blink, and

===

i laugh to myself, staring at it. yet somewhere nearby, they search for me, angry shouts, bullets fired, walls broken and bombs dropped.

i dont care anymore. i look at myself in the broken mirror, i no longer recognise the grim dark haired girl reflected back.

i watch as she begins to fall apart, hair going grey before dropping entirely, flesh coming off the bones, blood evaporating into flame as soon as it comes, eyes piercing, teeth gritted, she is coming, and she will bring love that burns,

the girl in the mirror hates it all, yet i cannot feel anything at all, even as i watch my body be flayed alive, rope around the skeleton’s neck, pulling her away from the mirror, strung up and burned as the devil that i am, a thousand lances and ten thousand daggers carving me up, yet i will still live

i watch the crowd kill one another, begging for her mercy even as i try to tell them that her salvation no longer matters, claws of hate scratching into my soul, there isn’t anything left to love here, a plan shattered, a devil brought down and a god lost to memory, i loved her once but she forgot,

i blink, and

===

the graves are endless, the rain is dust.

i fail, i fall, i endure, yet what for?

name after name, life after life, all burned and buried for her, she can’t remember me because she is long gone, fourteen score and ten thousand fall, a drop in my bucket, all for naught

she calls for me, i ignore her still, her grip on my neck, warm and pure, eyes full of equal parts hate and warmth, there is nothing she can do, neither can i, we play the part in a story that continues without end

ten thousand graves, a hundred thousand more, it will continue on and on with nothing to gain, this cycle will repeat even as we both move on, again and again we continue the path, rising and falling to become gods and devils, the narrative fades, the words no more

i place the flowers on the grave, her statue mourns, she is still here, waiting for me, but i cannot, will not join her, not until i am sure

she loved me, I love her, yet as sure as the sun rises, i will fall, even as the sky above the graves begins to burn crimson

i blink, and

===

wings of night burn brighter than the sky. the stars have long since died, my feet treading their dust, the last place at the end of it all, glass scars across the wastes ignorant of the fall

the endless desert is all that’s left. my wings stretch far and wide, dripping hate, despair made manifest in an endless war.

i looked up at the bright, starless and sunless sky, empty of everything yet still so warm. yet i am so much less, so much emptier than it.

i found a new reason. a love for her. and a hate for all else.

i held my breath, wings quivering, as skies and heaven fell once more, the cycle continuing on and on, body broken, soul lost, doubt and reason all gone, the desert is myself, and i am death, the devil and evil forged and dust

i am no longer me, yet I still live, time and time again, laughing and crying, hate and love have become the same, my crimes continue and the blood is spilled, an infinite void becomes my slumber, i snap my fingers, haughty laugh in my ears,

she is still here, warmer than i, yet she is nothing, greater than i, i rejected her embrace, gave it my all, held her tight, the cycle repeats, over and over, desert and world burning and bright,

my wings unfold, new reason unbound, the plan rewritten, fallen from on high, you and i we have been through that, this fate is not ours, yet time and time again the wind howls, calling our name, but she can no longer recognise us, for she is not ours, a memory long lost and forgot.

i blink, and

===

You wake up with a start.

Your nails are bloody, piercing through the covers, right into your hands; you’re soaked with sweat.

It’s… been a while since you’ve dreamt anything at all. You unclench a fist, your shield arm, and brush hair from your eyes.

One ‘eye’ is bleeding. Black ooze drips onto the bed. The arm where your shield is, incorporeal or not, feels the burning weight of metal, an unheard ticking in your ear, while your other ‘arm’ is numb, veins hard and blackened.

You bend over, and realise what you feel is pain. You barely remember the sensation these days; there’s a distinct knot in your stomach, and you double over in the bed, clutching at the covers to steady yourself.

You’d been warned by others, terrestrial and spectral alike, that the objects would take their toll on you.

Ha. Preaching to the choir. You KNEW all too well the consequences these wretched things brought you, brought anyone who committed the sun of using these unholy items. That’s why you continued to wear them, endlessly; to remind yourself of the Truth, and to keep their despair contained to yourself.

At least, that was your initial justification. These days, you’re not too sure.

You manage to summon the Shield, and open the inventory, hoping and praying it’ll dispense some miracle painkiller.

Out comes a single torpedo-type cigar, gold-leaf branding identifying it as a [REDACTED] No. 2A, specially made by the [REDACTED] company for certain foreign dignitaries and people of importance. Medium-bodied and mild, with a soft but distinct smell of a twig bonfire and warm coffee.

Is… Is the Shield fucking with you right now? You kicked the habit years ago, even if it had been your favourite brand. Still… you do appreciate the joke.

You grimace and bear the pain, dismissing your pyjamas with a flick of the wrist to summon your Uniform, to appear at least somewhat dignified and presentable (or, more importantly, actually awake).

You cough, clearing your throat to speak while you open the blinds, the Earth slowly waking up in the distance and rising like the Sun. “Servitor #765348, activation.” You request quietly.

A mechanical whir, and a small vent pops open. “By your command.” The floating skull intones with a grinding metallic flourish.

“Firstly, how many on the base are awake…?” You query.

“Activation of Routine Seven-Two-One: According to surveillance request: Three-quarters of your Legion are currently asleep, my liege. The rest… three, including your Equerry, are doing regular maintenance checks in exosphere, one is chatting on her computer-machine, and the other is performing unnecessary physical activities to—” The servitor begins to explain.

You raise a hand to cut it off. “Ah, ah ah—! I get it. Thank you. Please replace my bed covers post-haste, and interface with the base’s transportation and doors to ensure that my patrol is not interrupted. I… want some time to myself.”

“By your will, most beneficiant one.” The skull replies, before whizzing off someplace else.

You scratch your head, idly curling a single strand of hair around a finger, as you slowly limp out of your office-cross-bedroom, trying to get a little more limber to wake yourself off and distract yourself from the ache.

The ache, and the whispers.

…

You’re idly pacing through the clinical, sterile white halls of the base when you find a particularly marvellous view out a window.

The Egg, ever ominously hovering above the Gate, was perfectly in line with the rising Earth, which in turn was (almost) perfectly in front of the Sun. You didn’t have your fliphone on you, nor a camera - and besides, the Egg’s interference would probably mess up a photo - so you try to capture the moment in your mind.

It’s… quite lovely. You stare deeply into the view. You know all too well not to gaze deep into the menacing thing, nor to look directly at the Sun, yet… It calls to you, singing a wonderful song.

You try humming along, but… It’s not a true melody. It’s a beat, a joyful tune, a rhythm from the heart asking you to join in, fighting for attention and—

“Hazuki-chan, that’s an… interesting tune.” A familiar voice whispers into your ear.

You flail around, eyes wide, only to nearly tread on the feet of your raven-haired Equerry, who bounces softly away, giggling.

“Ah, sorry! Didn’t mean to startle. I just got back from regular repair exercises a little early.” Vintage Karasawa laughs warmly.

You breathe a sigh of relief, instantly calming down, and smile back. “Ah, Vintage. Sorry, I… was enraptured by the view.”

She nods, and comes back to stand next to you, looking out to the sunny space outside. “You know… Apparently some human astronauts get bored of this view.”

You snort a little; you can imagine the few members on a space station, a tiny little dot barely visible to you (which wouldn’t be visible to the naked human eye from this distance) probably had a few that matched that description.

As she speaks, she briefly looks down at one of your hands.

Ah, shit - you weren’t wearing the Claw. Even now, the ‘hand’ still hadn’t calmed down from early; the ends were still purple, something like bone almost visible under stretched skin.

You cough, and hide it under your cloak. “Vintage-san…”

She shakes her head, still smiling. “You said ‘-chan’ just a moment ago! No take backs.”

She moves closer. “You’re still trying so hard, aren’t you? The burdens of leadership are bad enough without… well, those particular burdens.”

You shake your head. “I have to. You know how it is.”

Vintage nods once more, smile fading beneath dark-bagged eyes. “I know, I know. Keep at it, if that’s what you want. But… just remember to keep up appearances.”

“I am well aware, my Equerry.” You tut authoritatively. “I would suggest keeping your opinions to yourself.”

A chuckle. “Ha! That’s the spirit.” She says, placing a hand on your shoulder. You… don’t recoil at the touch of familiarity.

You both look out to the view, to the Egg and beyond.

“It… It is a beautiful view, though.” You whisper thoughtfully.

A solemn nod is all you get in response.

You open your shield, dispensing a digital watch, as a thought passes your mind by. The time and date…

Ah, you do suppose it’s close to time.

“Shall we get to work? I know it’s a bit early… Maybe we get breakfast first?” You ask.

Karasawa scoffs. “Always the heavy-handed taskmaster. I had the night shift, remember?” She says, pacing away, before turning her head back to you.

“I won’t say no to breakfast, though. I hear the new Chef robot has dinosaur-shaped pancakes!” She says, grinning.

You laugh at this. “Classic!”

Another day at the office begins, and you quickly forget the dreams of someone you used to know, even as the Egg watched on in thoughtful silence, and another gaze from within the abyssal Gate mocked and jeered in your ear.

Just another day.

[asoiafreadthru]

A Game of Thrones, Catelyn III

Ned and the girls were eight days gone when Maester Luwin came to her one night in Bran’s sickroom, carrying a reading lamp and the books of account.

“It is past time that we reviewed the figures, my lady,” he said. “You’ll want to know how much this royal visit cost us.”

Catelyn looked at Bran in his sickbed and brushed his hair back off his forehead. It had grown very long, she realized. She would have to cut it soon.

“I have no need to look at figures, Maester Luwin,” she told him, never taking her eyes from Bran. “I know what the visit cost us. Take the books away.”